The word of the day for June 11, 2008 is "gruesome"; — adjective — : inspiring horror or repulsion : GRISLY.
I fell out of bed the night before last. To be more precise, I was pushed, shoved or dumped off the bed. I was rudely awakened at approximately too early in the morning to find myself not-levitating between the dog's crate and the bed. After some initial flailing about to orient myself and turn on a light, I found my husband picking himself off the floor on my side of the foot of the bed. He, dear man, did not mean to create a ruckus; he just needed to go to the bathroom.
Since he is rather top-heavy and suffers from arthritis in his knees and hips, it is fairly easy for him to lose his balance. Once having lost his balance, he cannot catch himself because of arthritis in his hands. Thus I forgive him for an unnecessary "trip". Some of you will say that I should remove to another bedroom. Well, I have thought of that. Somehow it strikes me as a defeatist attitude. He's had to give up so many of the things he enjoys this past year because of the various problems accompanying old age. I don't intend to take away another comfort
What happens when one flails about in the dark, surrounded by furniture:
Our quote for the day is from Josephine Demott Robinson (1865–1948), U.S. circus performer. The Circus Lady, ch. 10 (1926). On retiring from a long career in the circus to become a Congressman’s wife, spending hours in the confines of staid social circles:
And then came the most devastating thought of all: I was one of them. I who used to swing upside down on a living horse, who always danced when mere walking would have done, so glad was I of life, so full of health. It was the most gruesome thought I had ever had in my life.
;^) Jan
4 comments:
Ouch! That definitely looks like it hurt. I would be the same way about remaining in the same bed with Doc. What purpose is there to survive your later years if you can't spend them with the one you love. Loved the thoughts of the former circus performer. (Hugs)Indigo
... I think what you are doing, is part of the 'contract' you have signed not only with Doc, but with yourself ... the promise to be there through the times of our lives is one that is made with ourselves as well as to the person we give our vow to ...
... in fact, it is awful and gruesome to think that any other thought would enter someone's mind ... but such things are sometimes unavoidable, and that doesn't not mean the committment is any weaker ...
A gruesome thought indeed ,When we walked and ran and danced we took it for granted ,it was all so effortless ,oh why /when do things change...love Jan xx
Good post. The scrapes look nasty - sorry, grisly - but at the very least, it all makes a heck of a story.
Dan
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